The Root of Peace

On a dark misty morning a light came on in the Stone House. Blue Gardenia had opened her eyes to find herself surrounded by a grey cat and two small doggies waiting for morning hugs. It was their morning ritual and Blue was always moved by it. Her family were each present and alive. In…

Good or Bad, We’ll See

Dear Diary, It’s Seamus. What an election we’ve had! And now we are a divided family here at the Stone House. Mom says its’ the same all across our country. Who knew that a nation that has stood for equality of race and gender has peeled back the mask of tolerance and revealed a new…

The Lotus Eaters

Time escapes the mind softened by brain inhibitors meant to ease pain or render a restless people into mindless oblivion. It is easier to let decisions be made for you, easier to go along because, what the hell, there’s shopping to be done, bills to be paid, a vacation to take and appetites to be…

Living In Eden

[Assorted conversations recorded over two weeks at the Stone House] Something weird is going on around here. Things keep popping up out of nowhere. Strange objects and wild animals coming out of the woods and falling from the sky. Can you see it? There over my left shoulder. It’s weird right or is it just…

Now You See Me, Now You Don’t

II.9  Self-preservation or attachment to life is the subtlest of all afflictions. It is found even in wise men.”  – Patanjali’s Sutras [SEAMUS OBSERVES] No trace of winter remains. Green has become the new brown and the song birds are in full chorus. I can only sit and let my senses bathe in the experience…

The Dance of Pain

[TESSA Begins] What is this thing called pain felt by every animal? I think of things like this in the long hours before dawn, when mom and the pups are asleep and I sit in the window watching the moon cast shadows on the pond. Oddly there appears to be more than one kind of…